Friday, 29 July 2011
Wednesday you are the new Friday
I have devised a system to prolong the joy as long as possible. When I pick the children up from kindy at lunchtime on a Wednesday we don't go home to have lunch. Oh no. If it's not blowing a gale or bitingly cold I take sandwiches down to the beach. Failing that we'll eat the sandwiches in the car while we look at the windy and cold beach (I have lost count of the number of four year olds who get in my car and blanche at the frankly unhygienic state of its interior but hey, who cares? At least the house is clean). I'll happily trawl the three of them round the supermarket and feed them a lunch of whatever they want from little plastic wrapped packages as long as the house is clean. I try and remember to throw 3 packs of those milkshake as breakfast things into the trolley then the tidiness inches through Thursday morning too.
The irony of my not being in the house to fully benefit from its cleanliness is not lost on me but I don't care. Wednesdays rule.